(...continued from part 1)


He smiles kindly at me, then pulls away to turn back the covers and to reach
around the bed curtains to get something out of the nightstand.  When he
turns back to me, his hand is full of tissues, which he uses to wipe up the
mess I've made.  Reaching outside again, he disposes of the tissues and
brings in a small plastic bottle and something I can't quite see.  "This can
hurt, especially your first time.  I'll be as careful as I can, but you've
got to make sure you're as relaxed as possible."  He flips the lid of the
bottle and pours some of its contents into his hand, rubbing it slightly
with his fingers.

"What's that?"

"Lube.  Let me warm it up a little for you."

"Should I roll over?"

"No.  I want to watch your face when you come.  Now, spread your legs for
me."

I do as he asks, bracing my feet on the mattress and watching him closely.
He breathes onto his slick fingers, then rubs one of them against my
opening.  It is at once comforting and startlingly intrusive.  I can feel a
strange coolness, and wince a little as he slowly puts his finger into my
ass.

"Okay?" he asks, sliding his fingertip gradually inside me.

"Yeah," I groan in reply.  I doubt that this could really hurt me, but the
pressure is weird and unsettling.

With his right hand, he strokes my stomach comfortingly, this time up and
down rather than in a circle.  "Shhhh," he soothes, pulling his finger free,
then even more slowly replacing it with two fingers.  "You're doing just
fine, Clark.  Do you know how beautiful you are, lying there, letting me
make you feel good?"

I want to answer him, but just then, one of his fingers brushes against
something that makes me shout in surprise.  "God!  What was *that*?" I ask
stupidly.

"That's your prostate.  It's why this is fun," he explains obliquely.  "Now,
don't tense up on me.  I need to open you up some more."

The pressure inside shifts strangely, then lessens, then builds again.
"What are you doing?"

"Stretching you out," he answers, showing me the scissor motion of his
fingers with his free hand.

Asking him questions sort of takes my mind off of being nervous.  "Have you
had a lot of experience doing this?"

"Enough," he replies.  "Some girls like it, so I'm not new at this.  I've
never fucked another guy, though, if you were worried."

"But girls don't have prostates..." I argue.

He looks me square in the eye.  "*I* do."  I'm sure I must look very
confused, because he adds, "Some girls will do a *lot* of things."  Leaning
in close to my face, he whispers, almost soundlessly, "You know:  dildoes.
Strap-ons.  That kind of thing."

My mind is right where he wants it as he shifts his hand and corkscrews what
must be three fingers into my ass.  I am immediately thankful for my
resistance to pain, because I'm sure that for anybody else, this would hurt
a lot.  A fingertip slides past that magic spot inside me again, and I let
out a genuine moan.

"So, Clark, are you ready to get fucked?" he asks, giving his hand a
particularly vicious twist.

Thinking about how hopelessly in love I am with this man, I laugh, "Oh, I'm
already fucked, Lex.  Just make love to me, okay?"

His face softens again, and I don't think he knows where to look for a
second.  "Sure, baby.  I need you to help me with something first."  He
pulls his hand free from my body, then reaches for the other thing he'd set
on the bed beside the bottle of lube.  "Open this for me, willya?  I'm a
little slippery at the moment."

In his right hand is a small plastic packet.  "Is this a c-condom?" I
stammer, taking it from him curiously.

"Yeah," he shrugs.  "You mean they don't hand those out in school here?"

"No.  This isn't Metropolis, y'know.  Do you really think we'll need this?"

"I've been tested, and I'm clean, Clark, if that's what's worrying you.  It
will make cleanup easier, to be honest.  Now tear off one edge of the packet
and take it out."  I follow his instructions with extreme care, as it seems
fragile, and I'm feeling clumsy enough to tear the whole thing in half if
I'm not careful.  "Go ahead," he urges, "it won't bite you!"  He smiles
sweetly and cups my cheek with his clean hand.

I do as he asks, finding a moist disc of rubber in my hand.  "Is there a
right way to do this?"

Taking it by the edge, he advises, "Here, I'll put it on myself, but feel
free to watch for future reference.  See the little o-ring business on this
side?  You point that side away from your cock, so it rolls down all the
way."  He closes his eyes as he follows his own instructions, slipping the
sheath on over his penis, which must have gotten hard as he prepared me.
Flipping open the cap on the lube bottle again, he adds another squish of
the stuff to his slippery hand and smears it on the outside of the condom.
At last, he leans up over me and kisses me passionately.  "Last chance to
change your mind:  you still want me to do this?"

"Absolutely.  Yes.  Now, please?"

"Good," he says, reassuringly, placing himself at my waiting hole.  An
overload of sensation makes my eyes slam shut, so I can only feel his cock
teasing my ass, then entering me more slowly than I really would like.  I
don't complain, though, as I'm sure he's taking it easy for my benefit, and
I figure there's plenty of time for hard pounding later.  Very gradually, he
pushes inside me, and I am filled in a way I never expected to be before I
fell in love with Lex Luthor.

He exhales a wonderful combination of a groan and a sigh, then holds still
to savor the tightness of the two of us joined together so intimately.  I
look up at him to find his face glowing happily, so I ask, "Is this okay?
Should I be doing anything differently?"

He shakes his head with an amused grin.  "I should be asking *you* that,
Clark!" he chuckles.  "But, since you asked, can you pick up your feet and
wrap your legs around my hips?  I think you'll like that."

"Sure," I answer, and do so.  Suddenly, his angle of approach is entirely
different, and I can feel him slip deeper into my body.  "Oh, God, Lex!" I
exclaim, overwhelmed by the sheer novelty of the act.

"Is that good?" he sort of grunts.

"Yeah--do it some more."

"No problem," he replies, and begins fucking me steadily.  I cross my ankles
behind his back, letting my feet rest on his butt, and hold his shoulders
lightly in my hands.  We fall silent for awhile, just enjoying the rhythm
and rocking together like we were on a very naughty carousel.  His speed
increases as we continue, when he asks, "Can you jack yourself, Clark?  I'm
kinda busy here."

Indeed, his hands are boosting him up and back above me, so I reach down and
take myself in hand.  I am hard as a rock and already leaking pre-ejaculate,
so just the first touch of my fingers to my flesh there offers a little
relief.  For some reason, my mind wanders back to that night on the roof of
his car, and I picture us someday doing this again, but with me on top, as
he mentioned wanting to try at the time.  This makes me squeeze my cock even
more tightly, imagining it going inside Lex like he fits inside me right
now, and I let out a groan that makes my balls vibrate.

"God, Clark, you are so tight!" Lex almost wails in my ear.

"Fuck me, Lex...  You feel so good..."

He grins so wickedly that I'm surprised his ears don't have points on top.
Bending his head to me, he bypasses my mouth, which I had been expecting him
to kiss, and leans down over one of my nipples.  As I'm about to say
something about being glad I'm a little taller than he is, he reaches out
his tongue and licks the hard nub, sending a powerful jolt to my groin.  His
angle of attack down below makes him hit my prostate on every backstroke,
and I know I am close.

Warning him to get out of the way, I begin, "I'm gonna come, Lex.  You might
want to..."

"What?  Do this?" he suggests with an impish leer.  Before I can ask him
what he intends to do, he does it, biting down hard on my erect nipple.

I explode in my hand, come jetting up and nailing Lex and me both under the
chin, but I am too busy screaming to notice the wetness much.  "Jesus,
*God*, Lex!" I holler, wondering if I'm praying to beg forgiveness or to
give thanks--I suspect it's the latter.

Suddenly, Lex throws back his head and stiffens his spine, and shoving his
cock harder into me, shouts almost as loudly as I did as he comes pulsing
heat inside me.  Hugging him tight with my free arm, I absorb his shudders
of pleasure and match them with my own.

It takes me a couple of minutes for my eyes to focus, and even longer to
find my voice again.  "Was that good enough, Lex?" I croak out at last.

Having sort of collapsed on my shoulder, Lex raises his head and looks me in
the eye incredulously.  "You have *got* to be kidding, Clark.  That was
amazing!"

I can see him straining to reach up to my mouth for a kiss, so I oblige him
by meeting him halfway to capture his.  Letting my head fall back onto the
pillow, I watch him as he slowly rouses himself to start to move again.
Lex's face rosy with satisfaction, even with sweat rolling down his scalp
and his breath still a little raspy, makes the most beautiful sight I've
ever seen.  I can't quite think of what to say, so I settle for, "Thank you.
That was better than I *ever* could have imagined..."

He looks up at me with a good-humored smile that warms my heart.  "You've
imagined this, then?"

"Dozens of times," I sigh happily, easing my legs up off of his ass and back
onto the bed, hoping circulation returns soon.  "It was never like *this*,
though...  I love you, Lex..."

He continues to watch me as he pulls out of me slowly and removes the
condom, tying it off and wrapping it in another tissue.  "Happy birthday,
Clark.  Many happy returns of the day."

"So we get to do this again, huh?" I grin at him, taking the offered handful
of tissues to wipe myself off.

"A *lot*, I hope," he chuckles back.

"I could see my way clear to 'a lot,'" I reply.  "Besides, you were busy
leaving teeth marks on my chest when I came.  You weren't looking at my face
at *all*!"

He genuinely seems surprised at my observation.  "Damn, you're right!  Guess
we *do* have to do it again, then, don't we?"

Trying to exaggerate an statement of dismay, I grit my teeth and answer,
"It'll be a chore, but I'm willing to knuckle down and do it if you are."

At this, he laughs out loud.  He discards the debris and reaches for the
bedcovers, tucking them around our still-warm bodies before we cool off too
much.  "Thank you for tonight, Clark.  Did you have a good time?"

"God, yes!  The party, the dancing... the *sex*..."  I can't help myself:  I
blush so hard I can feel it.  "How about you?  Did you have fun?"

It's his turn to look a little embarrassed.  "Yes--yes, I did.  I think I
had more fun than I've ever had in my life.  It was wonderful making you
happy."

I kiss him with less ferocity now and more genuine warmth.  "I think that's
what friendship is all about," I say when we break apart, only somewhat
jokingly.  A deep yawn cuts off whatever speech I was going to make next.

"Somebody's had a very long day," he teases.  "Shall we call it a night?"

"As long as I can stay here, I think that's a terrific idea."

He reaches up to a small panel in the headboard and switches off the lights
in the room and those right over the bed.  "Goodnight, Clark.  Was this a
good birthday?"

"Best birthday ever," I grin, kissing him softly once more.  "Goodnight,
Lex."  I snuggle down under the covers and close my eyes.

We settle down to sleep, but I can tell he hasn't drifted off yet.  It
doesn't surprise me when he calls my name again.  "Clark?"

"Yeah, Lex?"

"I love you, too."

"Oh, God, Lex!"  Quickly, I crawl over closer to him and throw my arms
around him.  "You mean that?"

Even in the dark, I can see his eyes shining at me.  "Yeah, I do.  I'm sorry
you had to wait so long to hear it--it's not something I say to many
people."

"Oh, that's okay!" I assure him, kissing him once more.  "You remember what
I was saying about it being my best birthday ever?"

"Yeah?"

"Double that.  No, triple it."  I can feel his smile under my lips, then
press one last kiss to the top of his head as we cuddle together in the
middle of the bed.

"Sweet dreams, Clark," he says, with a yawn.

"That depends.  Can we fuck in the morning, too?"

"Of course.  Why?"

"It'll give me something sweet to dream about."  His soft chuckle puffs out
a warm breath across my chest, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Lex Luthor may have a very nice bathroom.

However, I like his bed a whole lot better.


THE END

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